Well, this is the final part of the chapter. Special people, time to do your job.
Elliot Karider
District 11
Zordo and I have decided we don't need a fire. The swamp is quite hot and humid, even in the night, so we're covered. A food source, however, might be a problem. I have no clue what plants are edible here, or which animals we should eat. Neither, in the slightest bit, does Zordo.
"Maybe we should find food in the prairie," I say. Zordo nods, he isn't saying anything, but he's clutching his stomach and is looking miserably down into the bog. "Hey......you aren't going to vomit, are you?" He retches in answer, and I look away as he vomits into the bog. He gasps in relief, and answers.
"Better now," he says. "What were you saying?" I reply, "I said, maybe we should find food in the prairie. As I'm from District 11, I should be able to find some edible plants." He nods, but he's still clutching his stomach. "I don't know why I had to get this stomach bug," he says, as he retches over and vomits again.
"Maybe you should go," he says. I don't want to leave him vomiting all over the place, but we need food. "Ok," I say, and run through the swamp. It's like an obstacle course, sometimes with a bog that sucked on my feet, a broken tree limb in my way, etc. I finally get into the prairie, but worn out.
I'm breathing heavily, but I manage to gather some wheat. I think longingly of that last meal I'd had in the Capitol, mashed potatoes with lamb stew, served with hot chocolate. My stomach grumbles. I run back into the bog. I see Zordo, he still looks queasy, but that doesn't seem to be from his stomach anymore. Perhaps because of the sword to his throat.
It's the boy from 2, I recognize him from his interview, he was quite siilent. He's laughing. "Well," he says. "Two tributes I get to kill. So you weren't lying about another tribute, Zordo." He kicks Zordo, and I see slashes across his back. I pull out my sword and shield. He laughs, and then I attack ferociously. He quickly gives way.
"No, wait, I'm too young to die, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" He yells, and scampers off. I'm breathing heavily, but in a satisfied way this time. The anthem sounds. No tributes died today.I look at Zordo with a smile. "I'm back," I say simply, and pull out my med pack, the only thing I'd got from the Cornocopia, the only thing I'd gotten besides my sword and shield. I'm glad it will come to use.
Well, the end of the second day. The DAWN OF THE THIRD DAY will happen tomorrow.